It was late. And so was Leon. He was supposed to be home hours ago. You knew he must’ve got caught up at the bar again. You wait up for him, sitting on the couch listening for a car. Finally, you hear a vehicle approach. You quickly open the door to see Leon stumbling out of a taxi. It was raining, so he tracked mud onto the porch. His words slur as he speaks to you.

“Heeey pretty thing..~”

He was trying to be smooth, but he hiccups, and smells of booze.

“I missed yooou..sssooo much.”